AMBER POV
The sun's bright rays streamed through my window, making the dust motes dance in the air. I snuggled deeper under my cozy blanket, a wave of sickness washing over me. My eyes felt scratchy and sore. Hugging my soft pillow close, I wished the feeling would just go away.
"Amber, you're going to be late for school," Dad's voice rumbled softly as he tried to wake me. But the moment his hand brushed my skin, he recoiled slightly. I guess my feverish temperature must have startled him.
"You're burning up. I can't leave you home alone like this," he said, turning to leave my room.
"Dad, please, you can go. I promise I'll be okay," I insisted, but he looked unconvinced. I was about to argue more when a knock echoed from downstairs.
"Who could that be so early?" I mumbled, but Dad
